"...Maddie, you need to tell someone you can't keep hiding this from people" Said Carter My one and only true friend in the whole world.
Carter has been my friend since primary school, I love her to pieces, but she hates seeing me like this. Carter is 16 same as I and stands at 5'4, she has long light brown hair which is naturally straight. "I can't carter, I just can't" I repeated my words shakily looking at the bruises on my wrist, arms, stomach, and face. "If you don't tell someone soon I will" She says handing me her foundation so I can cover up the bruises.
The bruises, The man I call my father .. He's a filthy drunk and my mother, she shouldn't even be called that. It all started when I started coming of age around 11 and looking more mature, the touching at night, the physical abuse, and verbal abuse. "Come on Maddie hurry, we're gonna be late for Brinks class" Carter said hastily. I hurried but taking a double take to make sure I covered everything evenly, we rushed out the bathroom and ran down to Mr.Brinks room just as the bell rang. "YOUR LATE!" He said with his loud thundering voice. "But we're here, aren't we?" Carter spat back.
Continuing on with class his loud atomic voice questioned history. "Who is George Washington!?" He asked waiting for hands and or answers he chose carter."My hand wasn't even raised ?!" She spat, "You were late, with an additude so you shall know the answer, and I want a intelligent answer gosh darn it!", "George Washington!, the first President of the United States, the Commander-in-Chief of the Continental Army during the American Revolutionary War, and one of the Founding Fathers of the United States." She yelled back like a cadet answer his drill sergeant. "Good!" He relpied. I Chuckled lightly at her quick stern, flowing answer.
As time went on during the day, I dreaded every minute it got closer to time to go home. I hated the place I called home, I was lucky enough if he wasn't home. I walked in the door straight to my room, straight to my homework.
"Honey ... Is that you?" My mom called out sounding scared out of her mind. "Yes its me I'm gonna do homework now." I yelled from my room. "Oh...okay" a hurt sounding mother. I closed my door and locked it. I looked into my vanity and brushed my long brunette hair back into a ponytail, I observed my face. Grabbing make up remover wipes and gently wiped the foundation off of my cheek and wrists. A Couple hours go by as I finished up Earth science I heard the famous slam of the door and that was the que that my drunk father entered the house. "IM BACK YOU WORTHLESS BITCH !" He yelled at my mother. Then sudden quietness, with the end of that I loud SMACK ! I hated this life, living in fear, domestic violence. Then silence again, I knew the schedule by now he was in his lazy boy, sleep with a beer can in his left hand. I peered out in to the living room I was in my pajamas about to fix something to eat then off to bed. "Here honey... I beat you to it" my mother said quietly half heartedly smiling , handing me a plate of food and some water, I pondered at her face having the urge to say something about her busted lip, but none the less I kept my mouth shut, the quicker I eat, the quicker I can lock myself in my room again.
3AM
came around I was soundly asleep as my eyes burst open at the sound of my lock being picked. "Maddison get up.." SMACK ! I Sat up in my bed my cheek throbbing hot red, he pulled my covers back it was dark, I whimpered as he slid his grimmy hands up my shirt and down my pants, I squirmed and shifted and screamed but that just pissed him off it was just SMACK after SMACK after SMACK . "Shut the hell up, you little whore, your mine and I can touch you th-the way I wants too" he slurred a bit in his speech I just laid there looking at the distant TV light glaring off the wall as my eyes filled with hot stinging tears, just whimpered as the man who was suppose to protect me, take good care of me, love me in a parental manner, molested me. I couldn't do anything just cry and lay in pain at his rough disgusting touch.
